They wish to take some time,
if the room is still available,
for words and thoughts
to congeal-
the way left fallow.
Fields undone as last night’s argument.
Each shall return to the place of their beginning.
Manumission of the indentured souls
shall be relieved of their suffering.
Sewing not the ruptured,
sowing not the fields, emptied.
Fields undone as last night’s wrath.
The decisions to be made
will make each aware
of the secrets and courage which
brings justice to the birds
on the verge of the turned earth.
Fields undone as last night’s tears.
Shout jubilee!
All debts are forgiven,
all fields left fallow,
in the year of seven times seven.
thecourseofourseasons 
The changes that the season brings
a wonder as the nature sings
delightful words you share today
let’s walk to summer on this way.
each day poetry gets just better n better/share with all my friends so they can enjoy as much as I do/so glad I found ur site/cant wait to recv next one/Blessings’ to all u
I love the decisions which hopefully will which “bring justice to the birds
on the verge of the turned earth. Fields undone as last night’s tears.” Beautifully written, my friend. And we are on day 15. Whu-hoo!
too many which’s! LOL.